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If, your palate to hit,

You choose but one bit,

And that dainty tit-bit should not keep;

• Then restless you lie,

Pout, whimper, and cry,

And go without fupper to fleep,
And go, &c.

As your thepherds have chofe

Two ftrings to their bows,

'Shall one for each female fuffice?

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SCENE changes to another rural Prospect.

Sylvia is difcovered lying upon a bank, with a basket of

flowers.

Enter Merlin.

Mer. My art fucceeds-which hither has convey'd, To catch the eye of Cymon, this fweet maid. Her charms fhall clear the mifts which cloud his mind, And make him warm, and fenfible, and kind; Her yet cold heart with paffion's fighs fhall move, Melt as he melts, and give him love for love. This magic touch fhall to these flow'rs impart

[Exit.

[Touches the basket of flowers with his wand, A pow'r, when beauty gains, to fix the heart; A pow'r, the falfe enchantrefs fhall confound; And Cymon's cure thall be Urganda's wound. Enter Cymon, with his Bird. Cym. Away, prifoner, and make yourfelf merry.(Bird flies.) Ay, ay, I knew how it would be with you -much good may it do you, Bob- -What a fweet place this is Hills and greens, and rocks, and trees, and water, and fun, and birds!-Dear me, 'tis just as if I had never feen it before.

[Whistles about till he fees Sylvia; then flops, and finks his whistling by degrees, with a look and attitude of foolish astonishment.

O la!

what's here!

'Tis fomething dropp'd from

the heavens, fure; and yet 'tis like a woman too! Blefs me! is it alive? (fighs.) It can't be dead, for its cheek is as red as a rofe, and it moves about the heart of itI begin to feel fomething strange here. (Lays his hand on his heart, and fighs.) I don't know what's the matter with me- -I wish it would wake, that I might fee its eyes- -If it should look gentle, and fmile upon me, I fhould be glad to play with it-Ay, ay, there's fomething now in my breast that they told me of-It feels. oddly to me--and yet I don't dislike it. I am glad I came abroad I have not been fo pleas'd ever fince I can remember- -But perhaps it may be angry with me

-I can't help it, if it is-I had rather fee her angry with me than Ürganda fmile upon me-Stay, ftay. (Sylvia flirs.) La, what a pretty foot it has!

[Cymon retires. [Sylvia, raifing herself from the bank, fees Cymon with emotion, while he gazes ftrongly on her, and retires gently, pulling off his cap.

Syl. (confufed.) Who's that?

Cym. 'Tis I.

Syl. What's your name?

Cym. Cymon.

[Bowing and befitating.

Syl. What do you want, young man ?

Cym. Nothing, young woman.

Syl. What are you doing there?

Cym. Looking at you there.

Syl. What a pretty creature it is!

Cym. What eyes it has !

[Afide.

[Afide.

Syl. You don't intend me any harm?

Cym. Not I, indeed!—I wish you don't do me fome.

Are you a fairy, pray?

Syl. No-I am a poor harmless fhepherdess.

Cym. I don't know that-You have bewitched me, I believe.

Syl. Indeed, I have not; and if it was in my power to harm you, I'm fure it is not in my inclination.

me.

Cym. I'm fure I would trust you to do any thing with

Syl. Would you?

Cym. Yes, indeed, I would.

Syl. Why do you look so at me ?

[Sighs.

[Sighs.

Сут.

Cym. Why do you look fo at me!

Syl. I can't help it

[Sighs.

Cym. Nor I neither-[Sighs.] I wish you'd fpeak to

me, and look at me, as Urganda does.

Syl. What, the enchantrefs? Do you belong to her? Cym. I had rather belong to you-I would not defire to go abroad if I did.

Syl. Does Urganda love you?
Cym. So the fays.

Syl. I'm forry for it.

Cym. Why are you forry, pray? Syl. I fhall never see you again. seen you now.

I wish I had not

Cym. If you did but with as I do, all the enchantreffes in the world could not hinder us from feeing one another.

Syl. Do you love Urganda?

Cym, Do you love the fhepherds?

Syl. I did not know what love was this morning.
Cym. Nor I till this afternoon-

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Who taught you,.

Cym. You could teach me any thing, if I was to live with you I should not be called fimple Cymon any

more.

Syl. Nor I hard-hearted Sylvia.

Cym. Sylvia-what a sweet name !-I could fpeak it for ever! (Transported) Sylvia!

Syl. I can never forget that of Cymon, tho' Cymon may forget me.

Cym. Never, never, my fweet Sylvia!

[Sighs.

[Falls on his knees, and kiffes her hand. Syl. We shall be seen and separated for ever? pray, let me go-we are undone if we are feen-I must go-L am all over in a flutter.

Cym. When fhall I fee you again?-in half an hour? Syl. Half an hour! that will be too foon-No, no, it mult be-three quarters of an hour.

Cym. And where, my fweet Sylvia?

Syl. Any where, my fweet Cymon,.

Суть

Cym. In the grove by the river there.

Syl. And you fhall take this to remember it. (Gives hin the nofegay enchanted by Merlin.) I wish it were a kingdom, I would give it you, and a queen along with

it.

Cym. How my heart is tranfported!—and here is one for you too; which is of no value to me, unless you will receive it-Take it, my fweet Sylvia.

[Cymon gives her Urganda's nosegay.
DUE T.

Syl. O take this nofegay, gentle youth;
Cym. And you, fweet maid, take mine.
Syl. Unlike these flowers, be thy fair truth;
Cym. Unlike these flowers be thine.
Thefe changing soon,
Will foon decay ;.
Be fweet till noon,
Then pafs away.

Fair for a time their tranfient charms appear;
But truth unchang'd fhall bloom for ever here.

[Each preffing their hearts.

[Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE, A Garden.

Enter Cymon, hugging a nofegay.

Oh my dear, sweet, charming nofegay!-To fee thee, to fmell thee, and to tafte thee, (kies it) will make Urganda and her garden delightful to me-With this I can want for nothing-I poffefs every thing with thisMy mind and heart are expanded! I feel-I know not what-Every thought that delights, and every paffion that transports, gather like fo many bees about this treafure of sweetness-Oh! the dear, dear nofegay; and the dear, dear giver of it!

A I R..

What exquifite pleasure!
This fweet treasure

From me they shall never

In thee, in thee,

My charmer, I fee:

I'll figh, and carefs theo,

I'll kiss thee, and prefs thee,

Thus, thus, to my bofom for ever and ever.

SCENE changes to Dorcas's Cottage.

[Exit.

Sylvia at the door, with Cymon's nofegay in her hand..

AIR.

Thefe flowers, like our hearts, are united in one;
And are bound up fo faft, that they can't be undone :
So well are they blended, fo beauteous to fight,
There fprings from their union a tenfold delight?
Nor poifon, nor weed here, our paffion to warm;
But fweet without briar, the rose without thorn.

The more I look upon this nofegay, the more I feel Cymon in my heart and mind--Ever fince I have seen him, heard his vows, and received this nose gay from him, I am in continual agitation, and cannot reft a moment —I wander without knowing where I fpeak without knowing to whom-and I look without knowing at what-Heigho! how my poor heart flutters in my breaft! -Now I dread to lose him—and now again I think him mine for ever!

A I R.

O why should we forrow who never knew fin!
Let fmiles of content fhew our rapture within :
This love has fo rais'd me, I now tread on air,
He's fure fent from heav'n to lighten my care!
Each fhepherdefs views me with fcorn and difdain,
Each fhepherd pursues me, but all is in vain :
No more will I forrow, no longer defpair;
He's fure fent from heav'n to lighten my care!

[Linco is feen liftening to her finging.]

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Lin. If you were as wicked, thepherdefs, as you innocent, that voice of yours would corrupt Juftice herfelf, unless the was deaf as well as blind.

Syl. I hope you did not overhear me, Linco?

Q6

Lin.

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